Chapter Seventy-One

I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it.

I had almost grown used to gropes, pinches, and the occasional not-so-accidental brushing of hands against my ass by strangers in the last few days. It never ceased to amaze me that, despite the relative inexpensiveness of having me suck someone’s cock, guys in the crowd would go out of their way to touch me for free and pretend that either I did not notice or that I liked their advances.

I was free to “accidentally” step on their foot when they pissed me off –since after all I was playing the role of a conceited bitch worse than Tawny, because I wasn’t even from around here. Tawny may have been a bitch, but she was “Their” bitch – and when the two girls fought it was definitely more satisfying even if they lost to Ted and Catfish that the hometown girl had pulled it off!

With the fight all but won, Tawny triumphantly reached out for the big black rubber dildo. She grabbed it like she owned it and brought it down to club Carmela across the face with it before she ‘teabagged’ her.

Many people’s eyes shifted to the girls who came with her but none of Carmela’s friends seemed ready to escalate – their leader had lost fair and square and they looked unhappy but accepting.

I was watching them when Tawny lost her footing and landed flat on her ass. I don’t know if Carmela had got lucky or had been playing possum, but she quickly turned things around and the fight was on again.

“Vete a la mierda!” she shouted and punched Tawny twice in the stomach and at that moment the blonde-haired, teenage bully let lose the longest turd I had ever seen in my life. The light-tan color matched the mud that coated both girls and reminded me of creamy soft-serve ice-cream but the resulting trumpeting of her flatulence was nasty enough that even Daisy or Maw-Maw might have been impressed.

The crowd lost it – they were hysterical. There was a full ten seconds while the rest of it just ran out of her ass. I could see tears well up in Tawny’s eyes at the uncontrollable loss of control of her bowels while Carmela gained the upper hand. Tawny was holding her stomach groaning on her knees and Carmela thrust both of her hands clasped across her rival’s back driving the blonde, leggy girl face-first into the murk “Cagaste y saltaste en la caca!”

By the time Tawny rose from the mud gasping for air, Carmela had slapped her head twice with the balls of the black cock so that her friends could gleefully snap shots. She was covered in mud but her bare tits glistened in the summer sun as she triumphantly finished her victory by pushing Tawny back down into the mud, spreading her ass cheeks and planting the dildo squarely between her cheeks and into her ass.

Tawny gasped “No!” and clutched her sore ass cheeks in vain.

Even though the crowd had been on Tawny’s side that all shifted when Carmela nodded, smiled and delivered a “Oh, sí senorita! It is a perfect fit! Show the camera!”

Tawny may have been covered in mud but I was very familiar with the cherry-red face and the feeling of absolute terror while everyone laughs at your most intimate parts on display.

Carmela coaxed the girl up and out of the mud and, when Conner cut the ropes that bound them, she insisted on holding the ends attached to Tawny’s wrist and ankles like a leash. “Someone better wash this fucking redneck piss-water off me and get me my god-damned clothes!”

“Muhhhh-thurrrrr!” Tawny cried just as Ryan and Conner dumped a bucket of soapy water over their heads. Her mewling cry only made her even less sympathetic as April quietly distanced herself from her daughter. She puffed and pouted, but she was not going anywhere as long as Carmela held her by the rope.

My brother handed over the seven hundred and fifty dollars; and while I was glad to see the underdog triumph against a royal bitch – I was also well aware that many people had bet against Tawny and now Ted and Catfish were frantically paying out what they owed.

Carmela barely stopped to drape her bra around her and slip her panties on while she marched the once proud blonde teen down Seminole completely naked, still dripping with mud. Her friends followed in the Lexus laughing and snapping shots on their cell phones. “Come on Chancha – you had your fun rolling around in mud. Time to go do your glamour shots! We want to open up your profile!”

I heard her murmur that she would never give up her account password and yelped and squealed when Carmela insisted she would after yanking her hair and smacking the girl on the ass. “This will all be over soon, baby girl. You just gotta cooperate and we’ll be on our way!”

Savannah gleefully thrust both her arms over her head and shouted “Raise your hands if you hated that bitch!” then she yelped when Catfish smacked her ass with the wooden switch and brought hers down. She didn’t stop smiling about Tawny getting the walk of shame down Seminole.

It was quite a day for naked teenage girls walking down that street – including us, there had been four so far! I would imagine someone looking out their window and seeing Angel, Tawny, and us and, not knowing why, would be wondering what in the world what was going on – and probably smiling!

There were smiles on most of the people at the pool – that is except for Ted and Catfish.

“So how much did we lose, genius?” Daisy was already rubbing salt into Ted’s wounds. Ted was ready to kill my brother who he blamed for the entire thing.

“I tried! How was I to know? You guys set the odds,” my brother back pedaled defensively.

“These bitches jobs are to do as their told! It’s so simple. Your job is to do as you are told – what are you doing giving up our money and making deals?” Ted was yelling but I could tell that he was just mad they lost so much – Conner had tried.

“Don’t let Teddy get you down, Conner,” Daisy interrupted and assured him that Ted wouldn’t be in charge for much longer and that tomorrow she would let him do his ideas as long as it didn’t cost her any money. “You check with me before you go offering that much money to two little attention pigs like them? You could have got them to suck each other’s tits for a hundred dollars – I am sure!”

She was clearly being condescending but my brother took it in stride. I knew he had tried. Ted fumed but he bottled his outrage. He assured Daisy that there was still almost four hours left and that things could turn around; but we all knew these were the slowest hours, as the pool crowd would thin out.

“We lost only about six hundred, including the pay out to that fucking Mexican bitch,” Ted harrumphed once the counting was done.

“Oh goody – only six hundred? So you just need about five thousand dollars before five O’clock – or I own your contest.”

“And if I get it – then I own you – and you will report Saturday AND Sunday, in a fucking thong ready to spread if I say spread!” Ted sounded completely unsure that was even remotely a threat and his sister knew it.

“Oh yes Massuh! I’ll get my g-string washed and ready!” she laughed in his face.

“I’ll pitch in the seven hundred and fifty from my earnings from yesterday!” Conner offered. I didn’t want him to do that – whatever the cost of this humiliating exercise the main goal was to help Mom and Dad get us MOVED OUT OF HERE.

I was surprised Ted turned him down before Daisy could raise a stink about it. “The bet is net money we walk away with today. If I just throw ten thousand dollars on the table from yesterday – it doesn’t prove shit.”

“You aint got ten thousand dollars to throw on the fucking table anyway - no how!” Daisy was pushing her luck with Ted and it was clear he was about to blow. I think she wanted him to waste time losing his cool. I think about the third time that Ted had called my brother a ‘brillo head’ and that he would put lubricant on his head to use him to bore out his “thirty ought six” Remington I realized we weren’t getting anywhere pointing fingers and turning on each other.

“Conner Sir,” that is when I spoke up and decided to get things back on track, “Savannah told me you had found a way to do a speed grift – can you get me working so that I don’t have to listen to this any longer? These two are boring me shitless,” I couldn’t believe I was so blunt.

My brother had bossed me around some, and I still remember how he put me through the ringer in the bathroom at the mall, but he had never been the one to manage my grift until he sent Crystal and I to the bathroom. I figured there was no harm in it, and if it would move us back in the right direction – I said what needed to be said.

“Capital idea!” he chuckled and said, “Are you sure though? I can work with Savannah instead.”

“Oh? Afraid you will offend me? You just made me go make out with my Aunt in the men’s bathroom until he came on us - I think I can handle it, Sir!” I joked back. I wanted to talk to him about his new found confidence and what Daisy had in mind and I really didn’t feel afraid if he dressed me down. I knew or at least felt strongly he didn’t believe the things he said about me. He had a way of making them sound very personal, but that is because I had grown up with him.

My brother and I had been, for the most part, very well behaved kids. We didn’t get each other in trouble often but usually I had been the one finding fault with him. He had left the toilet seat up or forgot to take the trash out. He had played Call of Duty on Xbox when mom had told him explicitly NOT to do that and instead to work on his homework. I had many examples of these petty little things around the house. I found when he was talking down to me it reminded me of those little tit for tat days between us in Cherry Lawn before all of this began and it sometimes felt like he was talking about the REAL me – not the character I was supposed to be playing.

I would find out once he started this grift with me that he was drawing from personal observations and experience, much the same way I had been. I was drawing from Veronica from the Archie comics, Shannon from 90210, and Tawny and Savannah because I didn’t even know a big enough stereotype bitch to really play one to the hilt.

I was supposed to be extravagant and shallow, but I found myself mixing my own personality into the mixture and hearing Conner talk about my shortcomings did make it even more so.

The first guy we tried this with was not much older than me. He was a white kid that happened to be walking by the sidewalk, who dressed in Gansta black. I don’t think Daisy or Ted would have even bothered with him because he didn’t look like he had any money and I wanted to tell my brother to pass this one by, but it was too late – he had already invited him over with a whistle.

“Yo girl, you look thicker than a bowl of oatmeal,” he sauntered over with unapologetic swagger for his cheesy line and introduced himself as “Tyga”. He waited for a few seconds to see if I recognized his name before touching his gold-bling necklace to his lips, looking up as if to the heavens and adding “For my peeps, though.”

I pretended to chew gum and rolled my eyes. My brother ignored me leaning on one hip and greeted him. “I see you still carry a T-mobile sidekick – very retro,” The sarcasm in my brother’s voice was fairly obvious but it failed to register on our trick.

“This your girl?” Tyga was looking at my skimpy bikini and trying to give me a sexy wink but addressing my brother.

“Hah, as if,” my brother snorted derisively. He was sounding more and more like the nerd I knew him to be. It was obvious Tyga wasn’t catching on so he had to explain “No, this is my slut of a sister – but she is in big trouble.”

Tyga just smiled at me and preened back and forth like a rapper. He was trying to look in my eyes and I could see he had a fake set of gold teeth in his mouth.

“You know why she is in trouble?” my brother was struggling to get Tyga to participate in the grift. I could sense his frustration.

“What my brother is trying to say is would you like me to suck your cock for twenty bucks, Sir?” I decided to just ask. I know that Odd-Jobs vision was that, unlike regular whores who are always available, we were supposed to be offering entertainment – something different, something of a game. I also knew that Tyga wasn’t the type to really get all that.

“I don’t normally charge but yeah – if you want to flip me a twenty I will break you off some of this D,” Tyga made me giggle at how dense he was – he really thought I was offering to pay him to suck his cock.

“How often does that happen to you, Sir?” I chuckled.

“Wha’s that?” Tyga narrowed his eyes. I wondered if my sassy, conceited, self-absorbed rich-bitch persona sounded as trite and cliché’ as his white-rapper persona. I was sure I pulled it off better than he did.

“I just wanted to know if I should get you working for my brother instead of me so you could make him some money with that golden dick of yours, sir!” I felt everything I said went over his head so it didn’t really matter.

*Swish*

I forget about my brother and his switch – a red stripe had just been added to my sore butt. I made a squee sound and whispered “ouchie” – my brother had hit fairly hard.

“Let me do the talking,” he looked side-long at me as if I should be thanking him and sighed. “What my slut of a sister is trying to say – is that she will take you into that bathroom over there and suck your cock – but only if you give HER twenty dollars – to help her pay her rent.”

“Let me ask!” Tyga’s eyes flashed recognition and he smiled. He waddled side to side because his jeans were pulled way down and called to his mother, “Hey Mom, can I get a twenty?”

“Not now, Justin,” April Haislip turned and addressed her son. She had a cigarette in one hand and an ice cold margarita in the other while talking to the same handsome guy she had been flirting with earlier after shooing my Aunt Crystal away from him.

“Muh-ohm!” Justin dropped his “Tyga the rapper” act and sounded just like any suburban teen from my high school when they are whining and drawing out their words because they didn’t get their way. “You were supposed to call me Ty-Gaaahh!”

“I don’t care,” April took a puff from her cigarette “Can you go home and check on your sister – make sure those girls don’t hurt her, please?”

“Oh that shit was dope,” Justin went in and out of his rapper persona “I saw her get her ass handed to her!! I fucking clicked ‘like’ on that shit on Facebook, Yo!”

“Justin, go check on your sister and I’ll give you twenty dollars when you come back if you promise to fuck off tonight – mommy might have a gentleman caller,” she smiled promisingly to the handsome man with the mustache she had been talking to.

“Shee-it,” Justin lamented that was every night but made no protest about the deal.

“Just get this one to suck your cock or the blonde – don’t mess around with Crystal, she used to babysit you when you were little for Christ Sake,” April chuckled to herself and extinguished her cigarette before looking straight at me. She knew exactly what we were doing and made no secret that it was fine with her if Justin wanted me to suck his cock.

Just before the boy left down Seminole in pursuit of his sister he turned to me in the most wigger-like white-rapper voice he could muster like a wanna-be Vanilla Ice and half sang, “Girl, don’t…don’t...don’t start something you can’t finish...”

I had caught on that half of what Savannah’s sassy act relies upon is just blurting out the first thought that enters your mind as angrily as you can. “Am I supposed to swoon or something or like whatever? Sir!”

Justin wasn’t offended in the least. He calmly blew me a kiss and told me again, “Not to start something you can’t finish” and walked away. He turned after a few more paces and called back, “Can I see just one tit-tee?”

I flipped him a bird and ignored him.

My brother *sthwipped* me with his wooden switch for being a brat and warned me next time to wait until he TELLS me to flip him off with a grin.

Once he was gone I asked my brother in hushed-tones, “Was THAT your sure-fire way to get us paid, Sir?”

*Sthwipp!* he whipped my ass and I told him, “Point well taken, Sir,” as I calmed myself.

“Is yours just to come out and offer twenty dollar blow-jobs? Odd-jobs doesn’t want that. He wants finesse – you just follow my lead on this next one and I will get your pretty little mouth working,” when Conner said it sadistically like that – I remember feeling this was more real than pretend, but smiled at him sheepishly.

My brother may have been gaining confidence but he still lacked experience. It was pretty obvious that boy didn’t have a lot of money; but then again, now that it was closing on 2PM there were not a lot of new people approaching the pool.

“You helping Daisy, Sir?” I asked quickly while holding my hand over my ass.

He ignored my question and gave me an expression that made it obvious to me he wasn’t. “Get your hands OFF your ass and behind your back, get your feet spread – and touch your toes, you dumb cow!” he piped up loudly when a Gentleman approached.

I was shocked by his sudden orders but instinctively did as I was told without hesitation. I wondered how long I might be doing that after Sunday, now that I had grown so used to taking orders as I bent over with my hands behind my back like I was told.

“Excuse me, Sir!” my brother called out to a passing non-descript gentleman with a grey mustache and a kind face. The man stopped and my brother told him he needed to ask for a big favor and did he have a few minutes to help with something.

The older gentleman registered it was about me and folded his arms to listen. He had a look on his face as if he was amused anyone would talk to him at all - he must have been very lonely.

“My Uncle Ted wants me to punish my sister because she wasted all our money on fancy bathing suits when we are out of food and rent, and she doesn’t even have regular street clothes – and the thing is he said I’d get in trouble if I didn’t get it done.”

“Oh really?” the man smiled warmly and patiently acted as if he’d be willing to help but was skeptical. “I sure wish I could have got MY sister to do that when I was a young man – I guess my father always administered any corporal punishment.”

There was only about twenty people at the pool but the man kept out of sight. I assumed his family might be in there and he didn’t want to be seen.

“It’s kind of embarrassing, but Uncle Ted is busy with his own wife and step-daughter and he wants me to learn how to handle unruly, uncouth, lazy women and I hate to ask this but,” Conner paused so that the man would feel obliged to ask him to continue with a quip about unruly women of his own.

“My sister is a hard core slut - she got caught fucking a bunch of guys last night and so tell him what Ted did, Ellen?”

“He just makes me wear a butt plug and duct tape –it’s nothing that might not accidentally come off if I wanted it to,” I winked wantonly at the trick, but when Conner nodded silently at me not to go in that direction I added, “If it was for a cool, handsome guy, not a creepy old geezer that is.” Conner nodded a silent yes and I made a mental note to get him to give me the basic script in advance next time.

“My Uncle Ted told me I am supposed to convince a real man – a guy like you to discipline her with 20 swats across the ass and he said for your troubles, she can suck your cock as long as she doesn’t actually swallow,” Conner waited for the obligatory smile to appear on the man’s face. I would later learn that 9 times out of ten a man will raise his eyebrows up and down at this point in the conversation for no apparent reason.

I think they think it’s a sign that only Conner can understand.

“The rub is that I have to get at least a donation of twenty bucks; because if not, then I will have to take her place next time,” he smiled at the man and told him he knew a private place in the last stall of the men’s bathroom.

“That’s so gross, Conner Sir!” I chimed in with an *ick* look on my face.

Conner shrugged that he could really do nothing with my attitude.

“Is she always like that?’ the man chuckled. He was keeping a low profile as if we’d get in trouble for discussing this. He was obviously new to the pool area and hadn’t been privy to all the raunchy events that transpired earlier.

“Only on her bad days, which is the only kind of days she has lately,” Conner grinned.

“I mean how many times has she done this punishment today?” the man asked skeptically. He seemed unsure if this was a scam and I suspected he saw right through us.

“This is my first time, Sir but it is totally true – I am out here all day washing cars and we just haven’t made enough. I mouthed off and he told my little brother he could punish me! It’s really not fair!” I sounded whiny and completely vulnerable – it was perfect. I could see the man’s cock start to rise.

“A lying manipulator on punishment assures me everything is completely true?” he chuckled. He kept a low profile – he was clearly worried others would associate him with us. “How do I know that when I get in the bathroom she won’t cry bloody murder and I lose my twenty bucks?” the man seemed concerned perhaps someone would jump out and steal his wallet.

Conner was flustered for a moment and running through his script in his head backwards and forward to come up with the right words to say.

I calmly opened my mouth and made the universal sound grunt for “stick your finger in my mouth.”

The older trick did and I could see him melt when my tongue started working its magic on his stubby finger. He looked in my eyes and told me how beautiful they were – how they sparkled. I knew he was lying, but I smiled and kept sucking and using my tongue to lick the vein in his finger the way I would his cock. I had grown used to fingers that tasted like dirt and soda but this one tasted like poop. I pretended not to notice and gave him a free sample until he trusted me and handed over the payment to Conner.

“Conner Sir, may I stand up and walk with my gentleman?” I asked kindly. I almost stood up before he slapped me on the butt and told me he didn’t see why I needed to.

I started to balk, but he told me to follow with my head hung down, holding my calves, and bent over. “You can act like you are sniffing all the shit you started and heaped upon everyone else – and I expect to see you report to me immediately when you are done - exactly the way he finished with you!”

Conner turned to the man and thanked him for doing this as if it was a favor. “She really needs to learn a lesson and we could use the money – you know, just tell me if she tries to take off her duct tape – she isn’t allowed.”

I had to follow the man through the pool deck to the bathroom past all the snickering. There was no mistaking from the regulars at the pool where I was going. I heard one boy ask why I was so gross and his mom calmly told him that’s what happened to ‘naughty girls who don’t listen’.

Conner had sold the grift quickly, efficiently and without the greedy bets that Daisy had used earlier. I was inside the bathroom and with bottoms around my ankles within five minutes.

I unzipped the man and sucked his cock while he spanked me. It was not my first and would not be my last time bent over with my ass cheeks parted while a stranger hurt me as I tried to give him pleasure with my mouth.

The trick came in my mouth and let it dribble down my cheek and then decided to ask me some questions.

“I really cannot stay, srurr,” I slobbed a little drool. I was still bent over with my pink, sore ass facing out of the last stall.

“I just wanted to know if you like this – what you are doing?” he asked and when I started to deny it he balked and said, “Your pink, nubby nipples are so hard I can see them through your bikini top, you are blushing like a virgin school girl and I know that pussy of yours is purring like a kitty – you basically suggested to the boy pretending to be your brother that he make you walk with your ass out when you asked him if you had too!”

I didn’t remember it quite like that – but my pussy was wet and he had me dead to rights on that. The bathroom smelled disgusting and the setting was disgusting. I was with a total stranger, older than my father, who while not bad looking – was no one I cared about. Yet, being in the position I was in-exposed and bent over-I had been unable to stop my involuntary reaction to the rod on my ass. The sensations I had been experiencing had been painful and humiliating, but between each swat he would stop and rub the warm tingles into my ass; and while it was probably so he could grope me – it had felt gentle and sensual at times.

“Nope,” I used my finger to dab at the cum on my lip and accidentally chuckled at the absurdity of my situation while I held it there and tried to say I didn’t like the experience with a mouthful of this strange man’s cock juice in my mouth “and yass he my bruvver – for real.”

“I’ve never seen a brother and sister get along that well. You should be bristling like rivals. You were more like friends having a laugh on me. I knew it was a charade when I signed up for it but I wanted to see where you guys were going. I thought I would pay 20 bucks and a tranny would be back here waiting to blow me.”

I was actually flattered the trick had said that – I liked the idea my brother and I were friends and allies. He finished by saying I sucked a very good cock and he enjoyed the blowjob very much.

“Frank youff, Suh,” I tried not to spill any of the cum, but by now I had lost most of it in my saliva.

“Your Uncle Ted – he is the real leader of this operation, or is his sister Daisy?” the man seemed to scan my face and I imagined he could tell if I was lying. I don’t know why I admitted the truth to him.

“Uncle Ted is the leader for now but his sister might take over. It doesn’t matter – they both work for Owp-Jobz, do youff know who dat is?” I didn’t want to go into the details of the politics or the overall bet.

“I do indeed,” the man didn’t seem surprised. He rightly surmised that Daisy and Ted were squabbling over who would run the day to day operation and competing with each other. “Some things never really change,” he chuckled. “I learned long ago, never to wrestle with a pig. You get dirty, and besides, the pig likes it,” he observed wistfully.

He told me to swallow that cum and stop trying to impress him. I shook my head that I couldn’t and he told me to tell him what would happen if I didn’t do what I was supposed to do with the “gobby-goo” in my mouth.

“I will get punished – I am supposed to bring it out and show my bruvver I did you right,” I probably sounded pitiful and like a dumb bimbo as I told him while holding on to the cum with my tongue. It was added embarrassment when he prompted me to tell him what happened next. “I have to kiss it into my Aunt’s mouth and then she gets puh-mission to swallow, Suh.”

I had assumed he just wanted to see me open my mouth again so he could watch the cum slide on my my tongue and teeth – but it seemed he really wanted to know for some reason. I wasn’t used to people asking too many detailed questions – or even making eye contact – when they could be staring at my tits or ass.

“You are going to get punished anyway – that’s the entire premise of this wicked little game.” The man pulled a folded wad of money and peeled off five twenties. He held it up and told me, “I want you to swallow the cum. You are going to hide this in your thong and march out there and tell that boy, that you said was your brother, that you are a cum hog and you drank it. I want to see him punish you. If he does it to my satisfaction you will get another one hundred dollars.”

We needed money and this was technically profit – even if the man thought I was stealing it for myself. I would turn this in right after I finished his little games – he was loaded and the opportunity was too good not to take him seriously!

He added another stipulation holding up five hundred dollars in twenties and telling me, “I want you to tell him you want to suck his cock after he punishes you. I want it to be loud enough everyone can hear and I want you to return here and suck it right in front of me. I don’t want you to bring anyone else in here – whatever you have to do in order to get paid you need to bring just him; or come alone and I’ll still give you two hundred.”

The promise of five hundred dollars was so intoxicating that it was just now registering, I had to beg to suck my own brother’s cock AND not tell him why. I had let him spank me and even inspect my butt – but I had never done anything really sexual with him.

The thought that it disgusted me after a full day of sucking strangers cock was strangely reassuring. The part of my morals that made me Ellen was still somewhere deep inside me – but then the idea that five hundred dollars could be the difference between winning or not winning was a no brainer.

I could hear my cousin Savannah’s tiny voice in my mind saying, “Just wrap your lips around his cock and suck on that thing for Christ’s sake.”

Five hundred was more than I had taken my whole first day with Crystal when this first began at the start of the week.

He looked at me watching him and chuckled, “You trust me don’t you? Don’t think I’ll run off with your money after your little performance do you?”

“I trust you, Suh,” I was being truthful.

He chuckled, “You really shouldn’t.”

I swallowed.